He threw money on the bed after our one-night stand.
I threw it back in his face at his own inauguration.
By sundown, we were engaged. By the week's end — married.
Franklin Flemington needed a wife to secure his empire. I needed a miracle to save my family. For two years, we played our parts flawlessly — the golden couple the whole city envied.
Behind closed doors, I was invisible to him.
When the two years were up, I handed him divorce papers without blinking.
He stared at me like I'd lost my mind. "I've given you everything a husband should. What more do you want from me, Octavia?"
I smiled, signed my name, and walked out.
I thought that was the end. I thought I'd finally won.
I forgot one thing — Franklin Flemington has never lost anything in his life. And he has no intention of starting with me.
Game on.

A week and a half had passed since everything came crashing down and then somehow rebuilt itself into something better. The court hearing was scheduled for a few days from now, and we didn't have to give our testimonies, we found a way around it while using our health as an excuse. Perks of Flemington money.


But today, I had somewhere else I needed to be.


"You're really going?" Franklin asked that morning, following me around the bedroom as I got dressed. "You could just stay home. We could spend the day together. I'll miss you."


I pulled on my blazer and looked at him in the mirror, fighting a smile. He was propped up in bed, looking dramatically abandoned, and it was almost painful how much I wanted to just get back in bed with him.


"Franklin, you need rest," I said, turning to face him. "Doctor's orders. Full bed rest, remember?"


Chapter 207 - ~ 207